My lover asks me:
"What is the difference between me and the sky?"
The difference, my love,
Is that when you laugh,
I forget about the sky.

You are the very best kind of liar.
The kind that lies to my emotions.
The kind that makes me weak,
Makes me believe,
Makes me feel.

You tell lies to a person's heart.
You lied to mine.
Time and again, you proved your skill,
And I proved my foolishness.

You are the kind of liar
That speaks with such honesty.
You're sorry.
You'll be there for me.
You are the liar that lies
To the desperate heart.
That deceives the reason
And banishes the doubt.
The kind of liar that makes
Me believe
That I'm lying to myself.
That you were there.
Are there.
Will be there.

You are the best kind of liar.
And me,
I am the worst kind of fool.

Tap tap go the slim, brown shoes
And a snazzy hat bobbing on his head
Tap tap, some like to lick a girl’s toes,
And some collect stamps of people long dead

‘T is what it is, but I reckon that
There are too many poems about love
And too few about fish

Time does not stand still as I had hoped.
I saw the changes in you, fleeting and subtle as they were.
I heard your words; kind, thoughtful and always enough to sustain me,
But I no longer felt their bare sincerity that always made me feel exposed and bare myself.
Your love turned into morphine, behind which you concealed a deeper ailment that you refused to show.  
And so I picked up this impeding world and placed it to the side.
You did not expect it, but I beheld you in a moment’s silence.
Your eyes as brown as I remember and your slender body gliding toward me in a dream.
And then you smiled and I heard your laugh again, and knew what I had searched for in this world was always here,
was always you.
I found my way home, and slept soundly with you at my side,
feeling warmth, relief, passion, ecstasy and the companionship of my truest friend.
We retraced the lines of our bodies that we once knew better than the streets of our small town.
And found they led to both the same and different destinations as before.
I drank you in as you slept,
And thought how long and hard I’d fought for this moment.
“I’m home,” I whispered to you in the night,
while you slept on, breathing steadily.